"I feel bad for Mrs. Rutherford," Amy said."Why, because she's so rich?" Thomas laughed as he held Amy, moving her effortlessly around the floor."No, ...because she's all alone tonight," Amy said. "You should dance with her too." Sure."Several dances later Amy and Thomas returned to the table."Mrs. Rutherford, would you like to dance?" Thomas asked."It's Elaina. Thank you Thomas. I'd love to."Thomas led Elaina to the dance floor. He found her to be an excellent dancer. She had obviously had. She probably really loved guys who were into poetry, especially when they studied Shelley and Byron. She probably thought it was really hot when he read about doom and romance and doomed romance. Which it totally was, but it wasn’t the only thing that was hot about Miles. She probably wanted to give him a makeover. He had that dark floppy hair that was really cute whenever he stared at the floor and blushed, which was pretty much any time a girl looked at him, and Georgia would totally put. She hated the idea of having to act like that, of using her looks to get what she wanted. It was so demeaning, but this was her chance at the big time and she wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize it."Why, this isn't crowed at all," she exclaimed, acting as if she had never been on a plane before.Scattered around the spacious cabin were pairs of plush recliners, each pair well separated from the others. The few business class passengers, having boarded much earlier, were all settled in and. And it wasn’t like my brother was supportive either. When he would be back from office, the aunt would complain to him. He would add salt to the wounds instead of hearing her out and listening to her perspective of things. There wasn’t much that I could do about it at that point in time. So I let things be.Why interfere when you can’t make things better?Then my exam day came by. It was a Sunday. My cousin had said he would help me with my travel to and from the center as it was a little far.